I have my moments,
I tend to sometimes lie,
I might forget things or not even try.

I might roll my eyes,
Flip a finger or two.
But I'm a teenager,
Weren't you one too?

I try to be nice,
I don't want to be mean.
I try to be different,
But it's part of the routine.

I may have different crushes every week,
Maybe a beau or two,
But I have never not loved you.

Don't give up on me.
I'm sorry for the wear and tear.
But I'm worth it in the end,
I promise,
I swear.

Home is not as warm as I had imagined it.
You don’t choose your home,
It’s where you spend most of your time.
Home.
My home is cold.
Dark.
Mean and vibrant.
Voices are heard.
Shoves are made.
You haven’t any friends in my home.
They are all against you.
You may find a “friend” or two,
But it all falls through in the end.
Expectations are high,
As they are low.
Your view on life gets swayed here and there.
The adults never take you seriously.
You feel helpless.

You hurt me,
But the love’s still strong.
You’ve forgotten me,
When I’ve been here all along.

I know you,
You were yourself that one day.
I liked you,
But now you’re a mask,
A play.

It’s not you,
That mask you wear,
Don’t be fooled,
It’s not really there.

You show through your jokes,
You show through your lies,
But honestly,
Can’t you hear my cries?

You’ve hurt me,
You can see that now.
You’re slipping away,
But you’re here somehow